"And what are you going to do while I'm doing that?" drawled Stacy.
"Me? I'm going to boss the job. What did you suppose I was going to do?"
"Oh, that's about what I thought you would be doing. I'll pack my own stuff. You can leave yours here for all I care," laughed the fat boy, sauntering to his tent without the least attempt to hurry.
"Don't tease him so," advised Tad in a low voice.
"What, tease Chunky Brown? You couldn't tease Chunky with a club. I just say those things to get him started. He says such funny things."
Nevertheless, the camp was struck in record time that morning, and the pack mules loaded so rapidly that they turned back their soulful eyes in mild protest.
"Got a new job for you to-day, Chunky," announced Ned Rector while cinching the pack girths.
"What is it?"
"We've decided to let you follow along behind with a sharp stick and prod the mules so they will make better time."
"Think I'll wait till after twelve o'clock to-night," answered the fat boy.